Date: Mon, 06 Aug 2001 07:30:33  -0500
From: british <british@badpuppy.com>
Subject: OLD SCHOOL TIES

PLEASE NOTE:

This is my first attempt at writing a story. The events described are
largely fiction but a few characters and events did actually take place
although the names and places have been changed. Also, the events
described occured some little time ago when the need for safe sex was
not so apparent.

Do not read this story if you are offended by homosexual acts.

Do not read this story if you are under 18 (or whatever other legal age
is required to visit an adult site like this).


OLD SCHOOL TIES

Chapter 1: The Invitation

Initially I wasn't going to accept the invitation, but after a few
minutes thought I decided I would. It was 10 years since I had left St
Edwards and the chance to go back was quite tempting. It was where I had
had my first sexual experiences and these had proved happy memories
during the fairly lean years since I had left the school.

Before I go on, let me introduce myself. My name is Steven Rose, I'm 29
(nearly 30 actually), dark haired, brown eyed, slightly overweight but
still presentable. I am nearly sex feet tall and have a reasonable
sized, cut prick. I work part time in the City of London, having
inherited a large fortune from my parents' trust fund when I was 21. The
inheritance had included a flat in London and a country house on the
outskirts of a village in Suffolk. I tried to get there every weekend
sadly alone most of the time. In fact since leaving University where I
had had a few interesting episodes (but that's another story), I had had
no regular partner. My sex life had consisted of a few anonymous
encounters in toilets and secluded areas in the countryside. The
invitation to the reunion came at just the right time - a weekend at my
old school and a chance to see my old friend and sex partner, Tim,
again.

After my parents died in an air crash, I had been taken in by an aged
and rather straight-laced aunt and uncle who had used the money my
parents had left to send me to the local posh school. At St Edwards it
was sport that led to my sexual initiation at the hands (and later
mouth) of the captain of the school's soccer team who had started to
give my prick a good wanking one afternoon after a soccer trial game
when we were in the showers. He told me that he admired my cut cock (he
was uncut) and had finished me off by sucking my cum from me as I shot a
goodly load. I noticed that he wanked himself off whilst doing me (I
offered to do him in return but he always declined) and this became a
regular activity until he left the school a few months later. Apart from
this experience I had few others of note although I rather fancied a
tall fair-haired boy in my year called Tim Cooper. He was as fair as I
was dark and he was the best at drama and English whereas I was good at
Maths and Economics. Tim played many leading roles in the school's end
of term plays and this was how he gained his sexual knowledge.  Tim, I
was later to learn, lost his virginity to Mr Brown, the rather dishy
English teacher, who seduced him and fucked him after a school play
rehearsal. I was unaware of Tim's sexual activities until we became
friends in the year we each turned 15. I almost caught Tim in the school
toilets once before but he had finished his wank just before I arrived
and had flushed away the evidence and was fully dressed before I
realised what he had been doing.

Our chance came by accident. Tim needed some props for the school play
and, as luck would have it, I was on hand to show him where he could
find them.  I was alone in the changing rooms when Tim came in and asked
for things he wanted for the play.  I had just come out of the shower
and my towel only just loosely covered my middle and was slipping down.
I noticed Tim's eyes following the progress of the towel and as it
slipped to reveal my wispy pubic hairs above my dick and then more. Tim
made no effort to move to get what he had asked for and I noticed his
trousers were beginning to fill out. I moved slightly and the towel
dropped off completely, revealing my full if not yet hard glory.

Almost imperceptibly I heard Tim sigh and whisper, "hmm, very nice!"

I looked at him and reached forward to grab the now large bulge in his
trousers.

"Don't you think you're overdressed?" I asked.

Not waiting for an answer I slowly began to unzip his trousers. I have
always found this a very exhilarating moment because in England you can
never be sure if the guy is cut or uncut and the moment of finding out
can only add to an already potentially exciting moment. I put my hand
inside Tim's trousers and felt his rock hard cock through his underpants
and then I pulled them down releasing his manhood from its clothed
confines. Tim had a nice pink uncut cock with the end of the glans just
peeking out of the end of the fold. It looked tempting and I began to
rub the skin up and down.

"Is it safe in here?" Tim asked

"Yes", I replied, "but we've only got time for a quick wank as the
others will be back soon from sports."

I quickly lowered Tim's trousers and pants to the floor and began again
to pull his foreskin back and forth over his swollen head, whilst he
used my pre-cum to slick up the shaft and pulled firmly up and down. I
knew it would not take long and very soon my breath was coming faster
and Tim increased the pressure and seconds later my cum shot out all
over his hand and stomach and dropped onto the shaft of his cock as I
wanked it. Seeing me cum triggered Tim and he too shot a load all over
me. After a few seconds we calmed down and I used my towel to wipe up
the mess and Tim quickly dressed.

"That was great, but I hope we can do more next time." Tim whispered as
we heard the changing room door bang open and boys came rushing in.

"Yes that would be great but we'll have to find somewhere safer than
here" I replied.

"OK I'll look for somewhere and let you know."

With that Tim left and went off to get the props he had come for and I
completed my dressing.

I could hardly manage to get through dinner that night as the excitement
of meeting Tim and having sex with him kept recurring in my head and
made my prick swell. As soon as I could I headed to the toilets and
wanked myself to a happy release thinking about what Tim and I had done
and what excitements we had yet to explore.


Chapter 2: Thompson House

Next day I saw Tim and as he walked past me he gave me a shy grin but
otherwise did not acknowledge me. Indeed it was several days before I
got a message from him. During this time I thought that maybe he had had
second thoughts about what we had done but his message made it clear
that he had not!

"Meet me by Thompson House at 4.00 this after. T"  was the message left
for me just inside my locker. Thomson House was a bit of a wreck and
little used. Few pupils or teachers ever went there as the building was
regarded as unsafe for teaching. The school's army cadets used it as a
base for their exercises but then only once or twice a year.

So I made my way cautiously towards Thompson House, I had a cover story
in case I was stopped but it was not needed on this occasion or on any
of the other many times we used the venue. As I got to the door, Tim
was standing nearby in the bushes, seeing me he came into view, pushed
open the door and led the way in. There was a small stair case with a
short landing and just off it there was a small but functional toilet -
a couple of cubicles and a trough. This was to be the home of our sexual
activity for the next two years. Here I learned that Tim liked to suck
and be fucked, although he too liked to be sucked he never ever asked to
fuck me.

The place was ideal as it was secluded but with good lines of sight and
a creaky door to tell us if others were approaching or had entered the
building and the toilet entrance door could be locked from the inside.

At my school it was generally regarded as no big deal if people were cut
or uncut. I calculated that about 1 in 10 of us were cut either for
religious reasons or, as in my case, for medical or family preference
reasons.  A few boys who were circumcised sometimes speculated about
what it might be like to have a foreskin (and possibly a few found out
by 'docking' with an uncut friend), but there was otherwise little
comment.  Tim proved to be an exception. He just loved my prick, bathing
the exposed glans with his spittle and licking round the faint scar
left by my circumcision. He never tired of admiring it and sucking it,
telling me that mine was the first cut prick he had seen close up and
hard (the dishy Mr Brown had been uncut). Over the weeks I became an
expert at sucking Tim's uncut cock, rolling his foreskin back over the
head before licking all round it and then burying his shaft into my
waiting throat.

One afternoon we were happily 69-ing when Tim pulled off my cock and
said "I want you to fuck me!"

He had come prepared and produced some lube he had brought with him and
he proceeded to add some of this to my prick, already slippery from his
tongue action.

"Won't it hurt?" I asked.

Tim replied that it wouldn't if I sucked him for a while and shove your
lubed-up fingers into my hole. With that, he squeezed some lube onto my
hand. So I proceeded to give Tim's cock a good sucking rolling his
foreskin covered head in my mouth then pushing it back over the
knobhead. At the same time I tentatively pushed first one then two
fingers into the waiting arsehole. After I had done this for a few
minutes, Tim pulled me off his cock and he said,

"OK I'm ready now. I want you to put you arrow-headed prick up me and
fuck me hard. Kneel down and push it all the way in"

With that he rolled onto his back and he watched as my prick nuzzled
towards his puckered hole and slowly I entered him. I was concerned that
I did not hurt him but then I remembered that Tim had told me that   Mr
Brown who had recently left the school, had deflowered him a year or so
earlier. Once in I began to move slowly but steadily in a fucking
motion increasing my speed as my hot prick explored the inside of my
Tim. This went on for several minutes and as my fuck tube ploughed in
and out of him Tim moaned and said,

" Oh god, yes. Fuck me with your hot cut prick. Go on, harder! Deeper!
Keep fucking me!"

I was too involved in trying to stop myself from cumming too early to
reply but increased my rhythmic fucking in and out of his love tunnel.
Soon - too soon - perhaps I began to feel my balls churn and draw
themselves up ready to fire their missile like sprays of cum down my
prick and into Tim's receptive arse. As my breaths quickened I was able
to moan that I was ready to shoot and then unleashed my cum into Tim. My
shooting seemed to go on for a long time before the last drop slopped
out.  As it did so I was aware that Tim's prick had also unleashed his
cum all over his and my body. After we had both calmed down and my prick
had slowly slipped out of Tim, we agreed that that was the best sexual
experience we had ever had and determined to repeat it as often as we
could. This turned out to be the case until we both left school. Tim
went on to Oxford to study English and I went to London to study
Economics. Despite our intentions to 'stay in touch' we never did as
each of us made our separate ways in life.

Remembrance of these events was at the front of my mind as Tim and  I
walked slowly through the School to the hall where the reunion was to
take place, passing a few of the current pupils on the way. Tim was now
teaching English at his (and my) old school and was in charge of this
10th anniversary reunion.

"Many people coming?" I asked.

"A few" Tim replied, "but not as many as I'd hoped."

On entering the school hall, I recognised a few faces and after some
desultory conversation realised why I had not kept in touch with any of
them! Silently, I began to ask myself why I had come? but then looking
across at Tim I remembered why and wondered if he too was thinking about
our times together ten years before. My answer was not long in coming!
Tim  walked over to me carrying two glasses of wine and once we were
alone he whispered,

"Fancy a walk to Thompson House?"

"Can you spare the time?" I asked with a twinkle in my eye.

"Don't see why not. This boring lot can fend for themselves for a bit
and then they can get ready for the dinner." Tim responded.

In only a few minutes Tim and I were at the door of Thompson  House -
still standing if only just. We entered quietly and went straight to our
'love nest' as we had once  called it. Tim led the way and was starting
to remove his clothes even before the door was locked.

"I've been dreaming of seeing your gorgeous prick ever since I heard you
were coming" Tim said.

Just then he grabbed my jeans and started to pull the zip flies open.
I was almost as keen as he was to get down to business and in no time at
all we were naked and feasting our eyes on each other's body.

"We're both a bit fatter than when last we met but your hole looks just
as inviting!" I said.

"Your prick looks just as ready to plough me as it was last time, and my
bumhole is only too willing to accept it but first I think my cock
needs a good sucking" came Tim's response.

In a second I  was on my knees taking Tim's cock up to my lips and
slipping my tongue inside the foreskin which partially covered the head.
 Tim sighed and moaned as I proceeded to give him a tongue bath.

"It's been so long since you did this to me and although there have been
a few others you are still the best!" he moaned as I  continued to
apply my suction on his head and shaft.

I was also working my fingers in and out of his hot hole and lubing up
his willing chute ready for the invasion of my throbbing prick. I
continued this treatment for some little time.

"OK Steve I'm ready to be fucked stupid", said Tim.

Although in the past we had experimented with several positions and each
of u s had our favourite - I quite liked Tim to ride me with his cock
facing me and me on my  back or seated, whereas he liked it doggy style.
However, as this was Tim's day I prepared to fuck him doggy style.

Tim knelt on all fours with his willing arse facing upwards and his hole
winking invitingly at me. He had one hand on the floor to steady
himself  and  the other played idly with his cock, gently pulling his
foreskin back and forth over the head.

I had just entered Tim and was beginning to work up a rhythm when
something attracted my attention. It was a noise that was not coming
from either of us. It was clear we were not alone. In our haste we had
failed to check the cubicles and the noise was coming from the end  one.
I whispered to Tim that there was someone else in the room with us and
slowly withdrew from my fucking action. Tim sprang up from his position
and we both homed in on the source of the sound.  Pushing open the door
we were greeted with the sight of a teenaged pupil, he looked like he
was in what we had called the sixth form) trousers and pants round his
ankles wanking hard on a very respectable cut dick.

"Simon Watson, what the fuck are you doing here?" exclaimed Tim.

"Something along the same lines as you, sir" was the reply from young
Simon, "except you and your date arrived before mine did! And when you
locked the door you locked him out - either that or he saw you two
entering and though it not safe to come in."


Chapter 3: Discoveries

The shock of our mutual discovery was having its effect and all three of
us were deflating fast. However, I could see that Simon was blond
haired, blue eyed and extremely handsome and he was too good an
opportunity to miss. Simon looked silly with his shirt still on and
trousers and pants down round his ankles and I suggested to him and Tim
that we all moved back into the middle of the room. Simon tried to pull
his clothes up but I told him not too. I knelt down and lifted one leg
to remove his shoe and sock and this brought me in direct view of his
now deflated prick, which was showing some signs of coming back to life.
The exposed pink head looked very tasty as did the smooth skin of the
shaft and I gave it a quick lick as I moved over to remove his other
shoe and sock. Meanwhile Tim had started removing the teenager's shirt
revealing a smooth chest and very attractive nipples. Next I removed the
trousers and pants and Simon was as naked as his English teacher and
me!

By now all three of us were getting harder and I took the opportunity to
tell Simon that I was Steve and that I was glad that the old 'love
nest' was still being used for the same purpose that Tim and I had used
it for ten years before. Tim was a bit nervous in front of his student
but given the circumstances I pointed out that nobody would be telling
anyone except perhaps Simon's lover what had happened.

"So" I added "we might as well make the best of it and enjoy ourselves.
How long have we got?"

"Supper is in 30 minutes for Simon here and our dinner is in about an
hour but we will need time to shower and change." Tim said in reply.

"Well, let's get on with it and fulfil your oft stated ambition to be
fucked at both ends by two cut pricks", I suggested.

Simon looked dubious at first but I explained that I would resume my
fucking of Tim's bumhole in a few moments and then he should position
himself in front of Tim so that his teacher could swallow his not
unimpressive rod. Prior to that I suggested that Simon and I both worked
on Tim for a few minutes until all our pre-cum was flowing again.

It soon became clear that Simon was no stranger to cock sucking and he
proceeded to work his mouth up and down his teacher's hard shaft whilst
I bathed Tim's balls with my tongue and fingered his hole. This activity
went on for a few minutes until Tim indicated that he was ready for us
to move on to the next stage of our activity.

I indicated to Simon that he should move out of the way and let Tim bend
over so that I could spear him with my throbbing prick whilst the
teenager should move round to the front to prepare to face-fuck the sexy
teacher.

"Did you see much when you were in the cubicle or do you want to stay
and watch me go up his hole before you move round to the front?" I asked
Simon.

"I saw a bit but my view was restricted in there," Simon replied, "so I
would like to watch this time if that's OK."

I smiled as Simon knelt down and watched as I entered Tim's hot hole,
pushing the exposed head of my prick slowly into his bowels and I
whispered,

"I'm shoving my arrow headed prick up your willing hole, Tim and in a
moment Simon will be ready to shove his beautiful cut teenaged prick
into your mouth and down your throat. Get ready to be fucked front and
back by two horny circumcised guys."

Simon started to move round to Tim's front and I told him to describe
what he was doing, as his teacher liked dirty talk when having sex. Tim
stuck his tongue out as he opened his mouth so that he could lick the
exposed head of Simon's prick as he awaited the entry of his student's
hot pole and I began a rhythmic invasion of his rear love tunnel.

Simon pushed his rampant weapon towards the open mouth and as he entered
the hot oral cavity told his teacher to suck his cut prick all the way
in and down his throat. The only response was contented groan of ecstasy
from Tim as he received our pricks in each end of his body. Once we had
got into a steady pattern of Simon and I invading Tim's mouth and arse,
I reached round underneath and gently started to wank Tim's rock hard
cock. We were all hot and excited and Simon began to fuck Tim's mouth
with relish, moaning,

"Suck me harder, I'm nearly there! Please don't stop! Let me flood your
throat and mouth with my cum!"

Simon was obviously close and I reached across and gently pinched his
beautiful nipple with my free hand whilst increasing the pressure of my
in and out thrusting. Within seconds Simon cried,

"I'm cumming. Take my hot load. I'm cumming....now!!"

With that Simon's body showed all the signs of a massive overpowering
orgasm as his eyes rolled and I heard Tim start to swallow the
teenager's love juice. I speeded-up my fucking motions and started to
feel the telltale signs of my own impending explosion.

"Here comes my load as well, Tim, right up your hot hole. Oh yeahh, I'm
there..!!" I called out as my throbbing prick delivered jets of hot
spunk deep inside Tim's bowels.

As I was shooting this second load into him I felt Tim's hole contract
as his cock began to fountain out his pent-up spunk all over my hand and
onto the toilet floor. The orgasmic high for all three of us seemed to
last forever, but in reality it was only a few seconds before we slowly
subsided into a post sex euphoric haze. Simon, the teenager, was the
first to resurface and summed up our feelings:

"Fucking fantastic. I never knew sex could be this good. Thanks."

Tim and I smiled and nodded our agreement.

Time did not allow us to rest for too long as all too soon we were each
getting our clothes together and quickly dressing ourselves as Simon had
to get off to his supper and Tim and I had to return to get ready for
the dinner. Unspoken between us was the understanding that we would not
divulge what had happened inside the room to anyone except the
mysterious lover that Simon had been there to meet. Although it did not
affect me both Tim and Simon's future could be at risk if anyone found
out so we careful unlocked the toilet door and started slowly down to
the entrance to Thompson House, having first agreed a cover story if
anyone saw us. Nobody did and we let Simon leave a minute or so before
Tim and I emerged and walked slowly back to the main school buildings.
As we entered the doors, Tim wondered out loud,

"I wonder who Simon had been there to meet".

The answer to this question had to wait a while as we had the dinner to
attend. It had been arranged for a posh restaurant in town and in order
to allow the participants to drink, transport and accommodation has also
been arranged. The evening was predictably boring with the other
participants bragging about their jobs, marriages and children and
forcing me to admit that I did not have a wife or children because 'Mrs
Right' had not yet come along. I saw Tim grimace at this remark.
Mercifully, the evening came to an end and the party drove back to
school where guestrooms had been made available. It was late and most of
the group wanted to get to bed, ready for an early start back to their
loving homes the next day.

As the last departed, Tim said, "Fancy a nightcap?"

As I was tired from the journey as well as our earlier sexual adventure
and strain of the dinner I declined,

"Not now, but I wouldn't mind an early wake-up call, if you are
offering!"

Sharp on six the next morning Tim crept into my room and woke me up by
pushing his fat cock into my mouth. I quickly realised who and what it
was that was invading my mouth. I slid sideways and sat naked on the
side of the bed so that my face was still level with Tim's standing
figure and I pulled his trousers and pants down past his knees for
better access. Then I began to suck vigorously on his covered head,
slowly rolling has foreskin back over the ridge and swallowing more of
the length until it reached the back of my throat. I didn't stop but let
the head pass on down with one big swallow before moving my mouth and
lips slowly back up until just the head was only just locked inside my
lips. I did this for some time slowly increasing the pace of my action
as Tim moaned his appreciation and whispered,

"You haven't lost your touch, Steve. You are the best cocksucker I've
ever experienced. Keep going, let me shoot my morning load down your
moist throat."

My reply was to increase the speed of my mouth and tongue action on my
friend's hot cock as Tim's hand reached down and started wanking the
shaft of my hard cock, running his hands over the exposed head and
making me throb with excitement. Maybe it was memories of the day before
or just the fact that we were back together again but neither of us
seemed willing or able to hold out for long. Tim began to tense and I
knew he was about to blow his load into my mouth so I let his cock move
back slightly, positioning it so that the tip was just level with my
open mouth but just outside it so that his cum jets would shoot straight
onto my tongue. That way I could taste his fresh warm cream on my
tongue before swallowing it and from that position I could move my mouth
forward to catch every drop as his spurting slowed down before finally
engulfing his rod to clean up any spunk that has run down the shaft. As
he came, Tim started to wank me more vigorously and I began to shoot my
first load of the day over his fast moving hand and onto my chest.
When we were both done, I said to Tim,

"Well good morning to you. I hope you slept as well as I did."

"Actually not very well' said Tim, "I couldn't help thinking about
yesterday. I hope Simon won't tell anyone about it."

"Don't worry about it, he's got as much to lose as you and anyway I
think he enjoyed it too much to want to spoil the chance of another
round with you and possibly his lover." I pointed out in reply.

"I doubt he'd want a repeat", said Tim, "but I wish I knew who the other
person was."

"Well, why don't we spend some time after breakfast and see if we can
find out and after that, I suggest you and I discuss how we are going to
avoid waiting another 10 years before we have another session. But
right now, I'm going to get showered, dressed and go to breakfast and I
propose that you should do the same."

"OK" said Tim and disappeared as I jumped into my shower.

Half an hour later I joined Tim for breakfast and immediately spotted
Simon talking amiably with a group of fellow sixth formers at a table in
the corner. He glanced and Tim and me and gave a very sheepish smile
before returning to his conversation with a tall, dark good-looking boy
sitting next to him.

"Do you think that's him?" I whispered to Tim but he replied he did not
think so.

Adam Richardson it appeared was the school stud and was well known for
his taste in girls. He had been out with a local girl for several months
and if rumour was correct had enjoyed some passionate moments. So we
both agreed this was an unlikely lover for Simon who although clearly
experienced in boy sex still sought to maintain a macho image around his
peers. And yet it was clear yesterday that he had been expecting
another boy from the school to meet him in Thompson House.

A short time later Tim and I finished our breakfast and started to move
out of the dining hall. As we did so I noticed Simon also get up to
leave. Simon went out through a different door and I saw him
disappearing off in the direction of the school fields. I let him move
out of view before nudging Tim and telling him that Simon had gone off
towards the fields and suggested that we should follow discretely.
Arriving at the entrance to the fields we were just in time to see Simon
disappearing down a narrow track beside the old cricket scorers' hut.
Tim and I walked slowly and quietly in the same direction being careful
not to make a noise and then turned down the narrow track. After a short
distance the path broadened out and I remembered that there was a
hollow surrounded by trees and with a small cave at one end. Tim and I
both knew where Simon was heading and that he was going there for only
one reason - to meet the boy he should have been with the day before. We
edged forward towards the secluded hollow and were able to get quite
close and still remain hidden.

From this vantage point we could see some but not all of the area ahead.
But what we could see proved to be enough! There, only a few feet in
front of us, was Simon standing and whispering quietly to another
teenager. Tim knew immediately who it was. It was none other than Mark
Richardson, Simon's best friend's brother and just a year younger. We
later learned that although Simon had tried to interest Adam in a bit of
sex fun with him he had signally failed to gain any response. However,
one afternoon he had called round to the Richardson's to find the house
apparently deserted but the backdoor ajar. Puzzled and concerned for his
friends, Simon had walked into the house quietly and then had heard a
soft slapping noise - one he recognised. Someone in the house was
wanking off! Even if he could never do it to Adam a view of his famed
penis rampant and about to spurt cum would satisfy Simon for a few more
solitary wanking sessions of his own. But it was not Adam who was
enjoying himself, but Mark who was looking at a gay porno magazine and
wanking off hard and fast. It took Simon only a couple of seconds to
risk all, quietly unzipping himself and pushing open the door with his
hard prick flaring out from his hand. Mark was taken aback at first but
seeing Simon's rampant hard-on quickly realised that he was about to
fulfil an ambition and have wank and be wanked off by another older
horny teenager. This had been the start of a relationship between Mark
and Simon that had blossomed and had resulted in regular wanking and
sucking sessions in Thompson House.

As Tim and I watched Simon gently squeezed the front of Mark's baggy
trousers and Mark reciprocated.

"Sorry about yesterday" Simon was murmuring to his friend, "did you see
what happened?"

"Yes. Tim Collins and some other old bugger went into Thompson House
just as I came round the corner so I waited a few minutes but when they
didn't come out, I thought I better go. Did they catch you?"

"I'm afraid they did but I have to tell you it was worth it."

Simon then proceeded to give a short but quite graphic account of his
and our escapade of the previous day. As he did so he slowly unzipped
Mark's trousers and moved his hand inside whilst Mark responded with a
quick squeeze of Simon's rock hard prick as it tented out his trousers.

"I think we've only time for a quick wank, don't you?" said Simon
pulling Mark's cock out of his trousers and gently rolling his foreskin
backwards and forwards over the purplish head.

Mark had one of those uncut cocks where even when soft the skin rolls
most of the way off the head and leaves the glans mainly exposed. It
looked very attractive to both the watching men who each thought how
reasonable the size and proportion of the cock was for a teenager of
Mark's age. Meanwhile, Simon had begun to increase his speed up and down
the younger teen's hard shaft stopping his upward motion just short of
covering the engorged head and Mark's quiet but steady moaning indicated
his appreciation of the wanking he was getting. As Mark began to breath
faster, his friend increased the speed of his hand movements but then
slowed as the younger boy started to explode, shooting a jet of cum out
onto the grass of the hollow. Only pausing for a second, Mark said,

"My turn to get you off now. I think we've time"

With that the younger boy began his attack on Simon's zipper and pulled
out his best friend's throbbing arrow headed prick. He then proceeded to
pull his friend to a speedy but clearly satisfying climax as Simon too
shot a rope of cum sailing through the air and onto the ground beneath
him.

The sight had got both Tim and me excited but fearing that we would
disturb the two boys and having spoilt their fun (but not our own or
Simon's) from the day before tacitly agreed to wait until they had gone
before satisfying out own obvious need for relief.

In the distance we could hear the bell for school chapel and the two
teenagers quickly adjusted their clothes and left separately to make
their way back to the chapel. Tim and I kept quiet and well hidden in
the trees until the two boys had gone and then moved quickly into the
hollow ourselves.

"Don't you have to go the chapel?" I asked Tim.

Tim replied that he had been allowed to miss chapel as he was in charge
of the reunion guests. This meant that although we would have time for a
short session we could not linger as Tim needed to be back to attend to
the other reunion visitors. Knowing this, Tim slid his hand down the
front of my trousers and squeezed my aching prick gently as he unzipped
the flies and extracted my love stick which he began to bathe with his
warm receptive mouth. He sucked round my exposed head lapping up the
pre-cum before engulfing the whole length into his mouth and throat. His
tongue played up and down my shaft and sought out the sensitive areas
around the head making me moan with pleasure. I was already hot from the
scene we had witnessed between Simon and Mark and so it took little
time before I was ready to blow another load only this time into Tim's
eager throat. With a grunt and a groan of "Yes I cumming now" I let my
orgasm wash over me and felt my hot cream start its journey up my hard
shaft and pulse out onto Tim's lapping tongue as he took the whole load
down inside him. I needed a few moments to recover but soon Tim was
whispering urgently,

"My turn, I'm so hot that it will only take a few seconds but I need to
cum and soon."

His cock was already out on display and it looked red and angry as I
nuzzled his foreskin back and licked the exposed head, before licking
faster at the sensitive spot just behind and underneath the glans. This
I knew drove Tim wild and today was no exception other than it triggered
his orgasm almost immediately and he shot a great spray of juice all
over my face. Some of Tim's love juice I could reach with my tongue and
some trickled into my eager mouth but there was a largish amount that I
could not quite ger to. Before I could scoop it up with my fingers Tim
leaned down and licked his own spunk from off my face. When he had
finished and we were sitting back I noticed that Tim was wearing a
satisfied and lustful smile similar to the ones that I remembered so
well from our times together ten years before.

A few minutes later and it was time for us to walk back to school to bid
our farewells to the other members of the reunion party. For those who
had come by train a school minibus was due to leave for the station
quite soon and Tim needed to be there to see that everything went well.
I was one of only two people, who had come by car, so I did not have to
hurry to leave if I didn't want to. The other driver, however, had
decided he would leave when the bus left as he was keen to return to his
wife and family. So shortly after the bus had left, Tim and I were
again alone, although I knew it would not be for long as Tim had school
lunch duty to perform and work to mark, so I had agreed with him that I
would leave shortly before lunch. Tim was keen that we had a talk before
we left but an urgent summons from the headteacher meant that he would
have to go away for a short while. He told me I could wait in his room
or go for a walk. It was a nice day and I opted for the latter. I knew
that chapel wiould be out soon and there will be teenagers to admire and
that was good enough reason for me.

Pretty soon the school became alive to the noise of boys newly released
from chapel and moving round the school premises. In the distance I saw
Simon walking on his own and as he saw me he gave a sheepish smile and
an almost imperceptible nod. I wondered if he realised that Tim and I
knew the identity of his partner but concluded he did not. I also
wondered whether I should try to tell him but again concluded not. I
might have changed my mind as I saw Mark walking round towards where
Simon was heading, but the two boys exchanged only the briefest of
greetings as they passed. I was also prevented by the arrival on the
scene of my old maths teachers who asked a few basic questions about my
life and work and then bemoaned the lowering of academic standards in
the school in the decade since I had left. This tirade could have gone
on but I was mercifully spared by the arrival of Tim back from his chat
with the headmaster who was (unnecessarily) about some examination work
that had to be sent off the following day.

"Ah, there you are, Steven!" Tim called and, turning to my old economics
teacher added, "I hope you'll excuse us Roger but I have a particular
book that I want to give to Steven before he leaves. As I'm on lunch
duty I'll have to whisk him away right now if I want to catch complete
the task before he leaves."

I wished Roger a quiet goodbye and thanked him for his interesting chat
before leaving quickly with Tim. I was aware that there was no book and
suspected that Tim wanted to talk about where we went from here. I hoped
that he like me wanted this reunion to continue at a rather shorter
interval between meetings than ten years. Tim was getting close to his
lunch time duty so he walked slowly down the drive to the car park and I
unlocked the doors and started to get ready to go.

"I hope we can both stay in touch this time", I said. "I'm not that far
away and we could meet for a weekend soon. My house in Suffolk is in a
lovely spot and very secluded. It has a pool and a very large garden,
which isn't overlooked. I think you'd like it."

"Good idea. I've got your address I promise I'll write to arrange
something as soon as I know when I've got my next weekend off." Tim
replied.


Chapter 4: Making a Plan

A few days later a letter in Tim's inimitable scrawl arrived and he
proposed a visit in two weeks time, adding that he had had an idea he
wanted to put to me. I replied sending directions to find the house and
indicating the time I would expect him to arrive. I spent less time than
usual working in the week prior to Tim's visit and mulled over what he
wanted to discuss with me, hoping that perhaps he would decide that he
and I should become rather more regular friends. As it turned out that
was in part what he did want but, after looking round the house, pool
area and garden, he raised a more daring proposition. He began by
telling me that as he had to see Simon on another matter he had
intimated to the teenager that he had worked out who the other party was
but that the secret would remain safe. Simon in return had indicated
that he would not be averse to another session with Tim and Mark
together (and me if I was available) but only somewhere safe and away
from school. This conversation had taken place before Tim wrote to me
and had set him thinking. My description of my house made it an ideal
setting for a weekend orgy; all he had to do was to find a reason for
getting the two boys to come away with him. As he was not renowned for
the outdoor life, Tim had rejected the idea of a camping weekend
especially as he would have to explain why he was only taking two boys
with him and why that particular two. Then it occurred to him, Mark was
a keen scout and this might lend an opportunity for further development.
Tim knew that Simon had told Mark that the teacher knew their secret so
he suggested to Simon that he ask Mark if the idea surrounding a
scouting expedition might work. Getting a positive response Tim arranged
for Mark to come to his study on the pretext of some extra work that he
needed to do in English. As soon as the boy was sat down, Tim asked him
what he thought of the idea of a camping trip and Mark said he thought
it would work but he would have to bring some other scouts as well.
However, before Tim could express doubts about the proposal, Mark had
reassured the teacher that the scouts he had in mind were all members of
his group and shared his interest in sex. It was clear that Mark even
had the names of the four extra boys  - three 14 year olds and a
13-year-old - he suggested should join the weekend. Mark even gave Tim a
full description of each of the proposed members of the group.

First up was a boy called Nick Smith who was in one of Tim's English
classes. He was a small snub-nosed boy with mousy hair and glasses.
However beneath this unpromising exterior Mark assured Tim there lay a
monster cock, similar to Mark's own but longer and with lots of
foreskin. Mark had already wanked off his fellow scout at their annual
camp when he had caught the younger boy naked in the showers pulling on
his engorged organ. Mark had finished his friend off and had been
rewarded by having the favour returned a few minutes late. Nick was far
keener on a boy of his own age Dave Drayton. Dave was a tall young man
but was in another class in the school so Tim only vaguely recognised
the name. Like his friend Nick, Dave was uncut but his cock was quite
short with a kind of rosebud end to the foreskin, which only slightly
rolled back over the head even when he was hard. Nick and Dave were
apparently regular wank partners at camp and sometimes in the school
toilets when the coast was clear. The third nominee was boy Tim knew
well as he had played a keen role in the last school play. His name was
Mike Mason, a handsome if slightly effeminate looking boy but with an
infectious grin and winning smile. Mark added to Tim's knowledge by
describing the occasion when he has observed Mike pulling himself off
under the cover of his sleeping bag one night and then seeing the
rampant uncut cock emerge into the daylight the following morning. Mike
had tried to sneak off to the toilets for a second wank but Mark had
followed and found him. The two teens mutually masturbated each other to
orgasm and both boys had shot copious loads onto the toilet floor.
Shortly after this incident, Mike had taken under his wing the youngest
and last member of the group that was to go on the scouting trip, Jon
Ball. This boy had distinguished himself at the last camp. He had been
the first to appear totally naked but Mark said that he could hardly see
his dick. It appeared to him to be very short with a bluey-purple
exposed head. At bedtime the young lad had entertained the tent by
waggling his pretty but rather tiny cut pricklet at all and sundry
before having his proffered gift taken up by Mike. Mike had quietly
taken Jon to a quiet and secluded part of the woods and a little later
both boys had returned smiling happily at a deed well done. Mark had
already spoken to each of the boys and had told them what was planned,
adding that if any of them was not comfortable with what was proposed
they could decide not to join in at any time before or during the
weekend. To date all had expressed enthusiasm for the idea and agreed to
keep the weekend's true purpose a secret.

So Tim had arrived at my Suffolk house with a complete package of
proposals for me to consider and within ten minutes we had agreed that
the plan should be put into effect as soon as all the necessary
arrangements could be made. This meant the optimum date would be the
beginning of the summer half term as teaching finished at lunchtime and
the party would have plenty of time to get to my house and settle in by
late afternoon. Summer half term would also give Tim and the rest back
at school to devise a plan to get everyone to the same place at the same
time. Tim later told me that their plan was simple. Mark had casually
told Tim after class one day that he and a small group of his fellow
scouts were planning a camp in Suffolk over the first part of summer
half term. Parental permission had been sought and obtained and he was
now looking into the question of how to get there. Although he already
knew, Tim told Mark that he was also going down to Suffolk to visit me
and suggested that he might be able to help out transporting the scouts.


Thus, a few days later Tim had approached the headteacher and told him
about the proposed trips (not the real one of course!) and asked
permission to convey himself and the pupils in one of the school's
minibuses. The headteacher (a keen conservationist) thought the idea was
splendid and readily agreed. This only left Tim with the problem of
Simon, who was not a scout and could find no reason to join the party.
There I stepped in and wrote on my firm's fancy notepaper to the school
telling them that at the recent reunion I had met and been impressed by
a young man called Simon Watson who had expressed an interest in a
summer job in the City of London. I enquired if it would be possible for
him to come down in half term and have a look round, adding that I had
a house in Suffolk and my old friend Tim Cooper was coming to visit me
at the start of the half term. I asked the head, if Simon and his
parents were agreeable, whether Tim could bring Simon down with him and
I would take the young man with me to London on the Monday morning.
Almost immediately I got a letter thanking me for my kind offer and
accepting it on Simon's behalf. In the same post I got a letter from Tim
saying that my proposal had been a 'masterstroke'. So, everything was
in place and, although neither Tim nor I had any great wish to be
involved in the sexual activities of the younger boys coming on the trip
so long as everyone enjoyed themselves and kept the activities secret
we would have nothing to worry about.

Excited by our proposed adventure Tim and I spent our weekend agreeing
the date, planning the arrangements and indulging in a wide range of
sexual acts as often as the mood took us. We were both pretty tired by
the end of the weekend and Tim left for school, promising to return soon
to finalise everything before the orgy weekend. I set about organising
food and making sure that the heating in the pool and the changing areas
was all working properly. I identified the location where the scout
camp would be pitched. I took the precaution of warning the nearest
neighbours and some of the villagers that my old school scout troop was
spending a weekend and apologising in advance for any noise and
disturbance, which I promised to keep to a minimum. Most people I told
thanked me for my consideration but acknowledged (as I hoped they would)
that 'boys would be boys'.

Over the previous weeks, Simon called a couple of times to update me on
the progress at his end but the time before the planned weekend seemed
to drag slowly. All of a sudden it seemed, it was the Friday of the day
they were all due to arrive and I found myself running around doing a
large number of last minute things so that all would be ready for the
arrival of the minibus. As things turned out, they arrived in very good
time but I was ready by the time they arrived.


Chapter 5: Our Weekend Begins

The first thing to do was to organise the settling in. The four younger
teens were to sleep in the tent that they had brought with them whilst
the older teens, Tim and myself would sleep in adjoining rooms in the
house. I reminded the party that there were three basic rules to be
observed during the weekend. The first was that nobody was to do
anything with or to anyone else unless it was agreeable to the people
concerned. The second was that, regardless of who we were outside the
house, when we were together we would use first names only in our
dealings with each other. The final rule was that whatever happened
during the weekend would be our secret and we would never ever talk
about it to outsiders.

Before allowing the younger group to leave for the part of the garden I
had designated the campsite, we all went into the area where the pool
was and agreed that a swim before eating would be good. In the meantime
the three 'houseguests' and I went up to our respective rooms and
unpacked. The rooms were interconnected and across the hallway was a
large bathroom and shower area for general use. We hardly had time to
unpack before we heard the first splash from the pool as the campers
returned to the house. I hurried downstairs to ensure that towels were
available and was greeted with the sight of the four younger boys
happily skinny-dipping in my pool. Moments later the others joined me
and we all stripped off before jumping in the pool. The next half-hour
was spent in relatively uninhibited fun and games in the water, which
resulted in eight boners clearly on display. I was surprised at how
unintimidated the younger boys were in setting about relieving
themselves and each other of their obvious sexual tension. The older
teens seemed equally ready to satisfy their lust and so did Tim and I
and in next to no time the splashing of the water in the swimming pool
was replaced by happy slurping of mouths on rampant boners and the
swallowing of cumloads into eager mouths. Each person in the room seemed
turned on by the activities of all the others. This first activity
seemed to set the pattern for the rest of the weekend, at least when all
eight of us were together. Swimming, eating and sex were a constant
round during the daytime.

After this frantic relief of sexual tension, we all set about producing
an evening meal on the barbecue. Later that night the younger four went
back to their tents, no doubt to continue their efforts at mutual
satisfaction. Tim, no longer restrained by the need to keep quiet during
sex, made no secret of his desire to spend the night with me in my room
and I assumed Mark and Simon similarly agreed on whose room would be
occupied. Satisfied that the young campers were OK in their tent, we
older four retired to bed. It took no time before Tim and I were both
naked and I took the lead in sucking his rampant cock and licking his
heavy balls. We continued in this vein for some time before Tim shouted
to me to eat out his arse. Turning him round, I launched a savage attack
on his puckered and hot hole, pushing my tongue up to the entrance
before breaking through. I was convinced that his scream of pleasure
could be heard for miles - it certainly brought Mark and Simon running
into our room to see what was happening!

Tim, totally unflustered, explained to the younger duo that I was eating
him out prior to giving him the longest and hardest fuck he had had in
years. He added that if they wished to watch his being rimmed or just
continue their activities in our room they were free to do so. By way of
reply the two boys smiled and came nearer to us, their stiff boners
waving and throbbing in front of them. Simon stood next to Tim and Mark
knelt next to me and took his older friend's prick into his mouth. This
way Tim could watch as Simon was sucked off and Mark and Simon could
watch the action I was taking round Tim's arse and puckered hole. I
could see Mark sucking his friend whilst wanking his own cock as I
reached round to give Tim's cock a gentle wanking. I moved again to
replace my tongue with my prick and Mark watched fascinated as my
exposed head entered his teacher's willing hole. I tried to match Mark's
sucking motion with my own fucking action but not long after this Simon
was announcing that he was nearly there and Mark speeded his hot oral
action. With a loud shout Simon began to shoot into his friend's mouth
as his own cock sprayed a copious amount of jizz all over the place.
This set me off and to my delight I was aware that Tim shot his load as
I filled him from behind. All four orgasms were accompanied by great
shouts of delight and appreciation. Although Tim and I were ready for a
rest after that the younger two were soon ready for more action but I
hastily sent them away to their room. As we drifted off to a contented
sleep we could hear the sounds of noisy sex continuing just down the
hall.

The next morning we awoke to another fine early summer day and Tim and I
set about giving each other a good morning workout. Mark and Simon
appeared to be doing much the same, assuming that they had even bothered
to sleep at all (they had). Satisfied, I got up to see how the campers
were getting on in the garden. The sight in the tent assured me that
they too had spent the night in sexual activity. Nick and Dave were
still asleep head to toe as if they had dropped off after a sixty-nine
session and Mike and Jon were lying face to face, hands wrapped around
each other's penises. The tent smelt of sex and cum and young teenage
horniness. I gently woke them up with the news that breakfast would be
ready soon and that they should shower and get ready for the day.

Jon the youngest smiled at me and said,

"Judging by the noise coming from the house, you lot were having as good
a time as we were."

I nodded and smiled agreement. Of all the younger teens I thought him
most likely to end up gay. The other three just seemed keen on sex and
boy sex in particular because it was so easily available.


Chapter 6: Saturday Revelations

As my house was not far from the sea, we decided that the day was
suitable for a trip to the beach. We took with us a picnic lunch but
planned to return to the house in the late afternoon in time for another
swim in the pool, followed by a cooked outdoor meal in the evening. A
happy day was spent by all with lots of time for swimming and soaking up
the sun but as there were quite a few others on the beach with us no
chance of nudity or any sexy games. This was remedied as soon as we got
back to the house and the pattern of the previous evening was repeated.


After the meal the younger boys said they wanted to go back to their
tent and play cards which they did. Tim, Simon, Mark and I sat around
the dying embers of the fire we had used for cooking and drank a couple
of beers each. After a few minutes, Mark looked across at his teacher
and said,

"I bet you've had lots of sex fun in your time. We'd love to hear from
you and Steve about something sexy that you did when you were our age.
How about telling us about the first time you were sucked off?"

"OK", Tim replied, "but when we've told our true stories. Why don't you
tell us about your first time?"

"Deal", said Simon, grinning broadly.

I had expected that Tim would tell them about how he had learned his
sexual nature from his old English teacher, Mr Brown, but I was
mistaken. Tim told us about an earlier incident, which got all of us
excited. One afternoon in the summer when Tim was thirteen and his
friends had gone back to school but as he was at St Edwards he was not
due back until the following week, he had gone to the local cinema. The
afternoon show attracted a few school-age children like Tim and old age
pensioners looking for something to do. This particular afternoon, the
place was almost empty and Tim settled back to watch the movie. He
noticed a man of about thirty come into the theatre and sit a few seats
away from him. When the lights went down the stranger nudged Tim's arm
and offered him some popcorn which Tim gratefully accepted. The man
reached across again but as he did so suggested to Tim that if he wanted
to eat more popcorn they should sit together. Tim agreed and the man
moved into the seat next to him, placing the popcorn on the arm of the
two seats.

A little later Tim felt the man's hand on his leg but made no effort to
resist and the man's hand reached up to his crotch where Tim's boner was
obvious. Without a word the man placed the popcorn contained in Tim's
lap using this as an excuse to unzip his jeans and reach inside to feel
the small but throbbing cock. The man worked his hand far enough inside
so that he could pull down Tim's underpants and stoke the object of his
desire, all the time looking ahead at the cinema screen. Tim was clearly
enjoying what the man was doing to him and moving a little close
dropped his own hand into his new friend's lap. He too could now feel
the older man's rock hard cock. Tim tried to get better access to the
hard erection but could only rub it through the man's thin trousers.
Meanwhile Tim's own cock was now being gently wanked by the man's
encroaching hand.  Whispering quietly the man told Tim that he had a
lovely cock but that if he wanted to be finished off he would have to go
somewhere else.

Tim was a bit reluctant to leave his seat but was also keen for the
sensations he was receiving to continue. The older man suggested to Tim
that they use the cinema toilets near the side entrance. He explained
that he would get up and go towards the entrance and that Tim should
follow close behind as if they were together. The man added that once
through the first exit door, they would go into the toilets and finish
what they started. Tim nodded agreement and hastily readjusted his jeans
before following the man to the exit. Before going into the toilets the
man opened and loudly closed the outside door giving the impression
that both man and boy had left. Once in the toilets, the man pointed Tim
to the end cubicle and then entered the cubicle next door.

There was quite a gap left under the dividing partition between the two
cubicles and Tim found it easy to scramble underneath to join the older
man who was by now standing in just his underpants. Tim was speedily
undressed and the man bent forward and sucked the boy's uncut cock into
his mouth causing the young teenager to gasp with delight and surprise.
As it was his first time being sucked, he did not last long but when Tim
whispered to the man he was cumming this had not led as he expected to
his cock reappearing but to the speed of the sucking motion increasing.
To Tim's delight and amazement, the older man took all Tim's boyish jizz
in his mouth and swallowed it in one go. As he leaned back against the
wall coming slowly down from the best orgasm he had experienced in his
short life, Tim wanted to reciprocate but the size of the man's cock was
enormous. Nevertheless, he did the best he could and taking hold of the
older man's loose foreskin and wanked him to orgasm. Once he had cum
all over the toilet wall the man smiled and thanked Tim for a lovely
time. This was the signal for Tim to return under the partition wall to
his original cubicle, just in time as the had film ended a few moments
before and other people leaving the cinema had entered the toilets for
more 'normal' purposes. Once the toilets were clear Tim now fully
dressed opened the door of his cubicle and left, followed seconds later
by the older man. A couple of days later Tim had seen the same man with
another boy doing the same trick with the toilets. Tempted though he was
to follow, Tim was with friends and thought he would not be able to
explain to them his urgent need to go to the loos. The story concluded
with Tim saying that he never saw the man again.

Listening to this account had made all of us horny and out erections
were throbbing and oozing pre-cum and the need for relief was urgent. I
slipped Tim's cock into my mouth and was surprised to feel another mouth
on my prick - it was Mark who was being sucked in turn by Simon whose
prick was planted firmly between Tim's lips. We had not intended a
four-way daisy chain but this had arisen spontaneously and we slurped
and moaned as our mutual orgasms mounted. The inevitable tingle in the
balls, the tightening in the ball sack, the throbbing intensity as the
hot load makes its journey up the hard shaft before pulsing out into the
mouth and throat of the partner. Simon was the first to cum but he set
off a chain reaction and soon all four of us had tasted a very
satisfying load from one of the others.

It took us a little time to recover but once this had been achieved we
agreed that the next person to tell all should be Simon because he had
been the first to cum after Tim's tale. Simon rather sheepishly agreed.
Unlike Tim, Simon had been fourteen when he had had his first oral
experience. Simon's mother had been married quite young and was the
oldest of four. Her youngest brother, Simon's uncle Alan, was only about
seven years older than his nephew was. Simon had quite a crush on Alan
and his uncle had figured quite largely in the young man's wank
fantasies. Hence, when it was proposed that his youngest uncle should
accompany the family on holiday to France, Simon was quietly thrilled.
Alan was a journalist and was going on to take a new job as a
correspondent in France so would come with them to south Brittany but
then go on to his new assignment in Paris. The family had rented a
studio apartment close to the beach, which was sandy and had a safe
bathing area. The two bedroomed apartment turned out to have double beds
in each room; much to Simon's parents' embarrassment, but neither Alan
nor Simon seemed overly worried. Alan reassuring all concerned that he
was not worried and that he and Simon would work things out. As everyone
was tired after the travelling, an early night was considered
desirable. Simon disappeared into the bathroom and too tired to wank had
quickly returned to his shared room in his boxer shorts to find Alan
still fully dressed.

"I hope you don't mind but I haven't got any nightwear with me, it's all
in my trunk on the way to Paris. Do you mind if I just sleep in my
underpants?" Alan asked his nephew.

Simon said that he did not mind at all and waited whilst his uncle
disappeared down the hall before returning in a pair of very tight
briefs that appeared to the nephew to be more than adequately filled. By
now Simon was in bed and watched his uncle walk across the room to the
opposite side of the bed. The young teen was desperately attempting to
keep his throbbing prick under control as he admired his uncle's body
and obviously large package.

After saying goodnight, Simon turned on his side and pretended to go to
sleep whilst waiting for his uncle to do the same. As he lay there the
young nephew thought of how he might get to see what lay beneath his
uncle's briefs. He must have fallen asleep but woke in the dead of night
and hearing his uncle's gentle snoring decided that he would have a try
at finding out whether his uncle was hiding the monster that his
fantasies and the jockey shorts suggested. Gently Simon reached over his
uncle and placed his hand on the older man's crotch. At his touch the
tool began to respond and harden slightly. The uncle stirred and Simon
quickly withdrew but then the steady breathing resumed and Simon, now
wide awake, decided to try again. This time the penis in the jockey
shorts seemed harder than before and the young teen began to gently wank
it through the cotton. Simon's own prick had emerged from his boxers
and was nudging the older man's back as the nephew quietly masturbated
him. Worried by the development and scared that his nudging prick would
awaken his uncle and ruin the holiday for everyone, Simon again withdrew
his hand and started to turn over but froze in his tracks when he heard
Alan whisper,

"Don't stop! Please go on but let's get rid of these underclothes first.
But we'll have to be quiet or we'll wake your mum and dad and we don't
want that do we?"

With that Alan had yanked his nephew's boxers to the boy's knees and
pulled Simon's hand to the waistband of his own jockey shorts. At last
Simon would see the object of his fantasies and feel its smooth-skinned
shaft, topped with a neatly cut mushroom head, in almost every respect a
larger version of the boy's own prick. Alan reciprocated by grasping
his nephew's hard prick and giving it a gentle rub before asking quietly
whether he had ever been sucked off. Simon had replied that although he
had heard of it he'd never had enough contact with anyone else to get
as far as asking. On hearing this confession Alan had scooted down the
bed and taken Simon's now very hard prick into his mouth, swallowing the
thing whole. Then he proceeded to move rhythmically up and down the
boy's erection wanking the young teen off with his sucking mouth. Simon
wanted to shout out in ecstasy but remembering his uncle's warning
contented himself with a quiet moan before his inevitable explosion
started to develop. Somehow Simon instinctively knew that his uncle
wanted to take his nephew's first blown load down his throat so with
just a quietly breathed warning that he was cumming now the boy's hot
load of cum went firing straight into his uncle's eager mouth.

Although that night, Simon had only managed to finish his uncle off by
hand, later in the week he had been able to take the head of Alan's
prick between his lips and had been willing to accept his jizz into his
mouth. Although he had found it not too bad, the amount had been too
much and he had choked a bit and been forced to spit out some of the
creamy liquid. Nevertheless, by the end of the holiday he had graduated
to being able to take his uncle's nightly load and had experienced his
first sixty-nine.

This story, like Tim's earlier story, had got everyone really hot and
ready for more relief. Although we had agreed that we would try not to
cum during the narrative, the last few minutes of Simon's story had been
accompanied by the squelchy slapping of Mark's pre-cum covered hand as
he slid his foreskin back and forth over his shiny glans. Once Simon had
finished Tim quickly leaned over and replaced his own hand on Mark's
cock, wanking him slowly and steadily. Meanwhile I had started to work
my hand up and down Simon's smooth silky shaft who was sighing
contentedly as he in turn grabbed Tim's cock and began a steady wanking
motion. Again we had formed a circle of jerking hands which left us free
shout our delight and pleasure in a way impossible when we had been
sucking.

"Oh yes, Sir... I mean Tim, keep it up. I love your hand sliding my
foreskin up and down over the head of my cock", shouted Mark excitedly;
grinning even more as he saw his teacher wipe a bit of pre-cum onto his
other hand and suck his fingers into his mouth.

"My pleasure', replied Tim, "and also my pleasure that Simon is doing
the same to me as I am doing to you. Keep it up nice and steady and I'll
explode very soon."

Simon was humming quietly as my hand worked his hard shaft and tickled
the ridge of his exposed glans, lubricating the movement with the
constant stream of pre-cum that was flowing down the shaft.

"Keep that up and I'm be there in seconds", he hissed out loud as I
increased both speed and pressure.

Simon's own hands were working Tim's prick and balls enthusiastically
whilst I too was nearly ready to cum as I enjoyed young Mark's expert
wanking technique. Mark mimicked some of the actions Tim was using on
his cock but also had a few tricks of his own that was speedily bringing
me to the edge.

In the end, Mark was the first to shoot his load high into the air,
screaming his excitement in the moment,

"Yeah, here...it...comes!!!", he cried as the spunk flew out of his piss
slit and landed onto his own chest and face.

I was next as Mark's skilful hand brought me to the point of no return
and my jizz spilled out over his hand and my body. I breathed hard and
shouted,

"And mine" and looked across in time to see Tim's mighty cock spill its
load as a result of Simon's ministrations.

A loud shout of "Yeessss!!" escaped from Tim's mouth as he came
copiously for a second time.

Perhaps appropriately it was Simon who came last, watched by the rest of
us in a post-orgasmic haze as I brought him to his climax. Simon's cum
was the most plentiful of all of us and he fired several volleys into
the air before slumping back exhausted but contented.

"Thanks, that was fantastic," he sighed as he lay quietly.

"No, thank you and Tim for two excellent stories", I replied, "I think
it's time for bed. I don't know about the rest of you, I'm bushed. Lets
save the other two of us until tomorrow,"

Perhaps it was the sun and sea fresh air but even the two youngsters
offered no resistance and after we had cleaned up a bit, all four of us
retired to bed. Within moments of getting to our respective rooms, we
were all soundly asleep, no doubt dreaming of more sexual antics and, in
my case, trying to decide what I would say when I came to tell my true
adventure the next evening.


Chapter 7: The Last Full Day

I awoke early on Sunday morning and found myself lying with my arm
around Tim's waist, my morning erection pointed straight out at my
lover's warm arsehole. Although he was still sleeping, I gently moved my
prick head towards his warm hole and slowly pushed forward. Slicked up
with my own pre-cum the head of my prick entered the welcoming hole and
I pushed it in a bit further. Tim started to stir making a purring noise
as my rampant erection invaded his bowels and my hands moved round to
fondle his own slowly growing cock. Soon, as I steadily wanked his cock,
my own prick delved deeper into Tim until my balls were slapping
against his arse cheeks. Tim moaned in appreciation of my fucking action
and pushed his hardening cock into my palm, willing me to bring him to
orgasm. However, I wanted this to last longer and slowed down teasing
his foreskin over the ridge of his glans and slowly moving it back and
forth in time to my own prick motion in and out of his tunnel. Tim knew
what I was doing but as ever was keen to reach a climax and urged me by
word and deed to finish the job I had started. The pace of my thrusting
and wanking gradually increased and our moaning similarly increased in
volume until we both reached the point of no return and our orgasms
shuddered through the pair of us and our cream spurted from our erect
penises.

Although we made quite a noise when we came the pair in the neighbouring
room were still soundly asleep when I went down to prepare breakfast
some twenty minutes later. The two teenagers were sleeping facing each
other, hands wrapped about each other's limp dicks and oblivious to the
world.

I moved out into the garden to check on the campers. All of the boys
except Jon were asleep. Jon was awake and keen to come to the house,
shower and help prepare the breakfast. Disentangling himself from his
friend Mike's embrace and followed me back to the house.

About an hour later everyone was up and dressed, ready to eat and
discuss the activities for the day. Mark suggested that we went sailing
down in the sea and this suggestion met with general approval. I knew
where we could get a boat and well before lunch we were fully equipped
and sailing not far offshore. The tide was in and those who cared to
were jumping off the side and swimming whilst others lay in the warm sun
improving their tan. As the tide began to turn it was necessary to sail
the boat back to its moorings. Happy and contented our party returned
to the minibus and the journey back home. I had some pizza in the fridge
and we heated that in my oven and everyone enjoyed a light but quite
refreshing meal. Despite a day in and out of the sea, the younger teens
seemed keen to swim in my pool before they went back to their camp. Mark
agreed to supervise whilst Tim, Simon and I washed up. After not too
long the swimming group returned to the house and announced that they
were ready to go back to their tent, Mark of course remained with us as
the four youngsters went quickly to their campsite.

Soon it was time to resume our story telling from the previous night and
the others agreed that I should be the next up. I explained that I was
going to deviate a little from the format as my first oral experience
had been at school. Instead I decided to tell them of an event that took
place shortly after I left school and arrived in London to go to
University. My ever frugal aunt and uncle had decided that I was too
young to occupy the flat in London my parents had left me and in any
case they could increase my trust fund by renting it out on a short term
contract. So I was left to find accommodation in London with the aid of
my ever-helpful aunt and uncle. After some deliberation and almost a
day of trailing round one area after another a "suitable" place was
eventually found, the month's deposit paid and a moving-in date agreed.

Thus it was that a few days later we returned with my suitcases and
other gear and I was duly installed in my new surroundings. Before they
left my relatives took me out for a decent meal in a local restaurant
and then left me to prepare for the start of university life. I did not
expect there would be all that much difference from school except that I
would be living on my own. As I retired to bed I wondered as I lovingly
caressed my stiff prick what sexual excitements might lie in store. As
my fantasies grew so did the pounding I was giving to my shaft and I was
soon shooting a copious load onto my naked body and scooping it up into
my mouth as I always enjoyed the taste of my own cum - almost as much
as other people's.

I awoke the following day - Sunday - and decided to take a better look
around the neighbourhood. There were a few shops but rather more
interestingly a small urban park. I had remained keen on soccer
throughout my school career and was delighted to see that in the park
there was a small group of people having a kick-about. I wandered over
to watch for a bit and then one of the group asked if I wanted to join
in which I readily agreed to. Gradually the group reduced in size and
the few of us remained agreed that the game was over but I was informed
they were there most weekends if I wanted to join and there was a Sunday
pub side if I wanted to play more seriously. As I walked back I noticed
a smallish toilet block and as I needed a piss decided to investigate.
It was dark as I entered but I could make out two cubicles side by side
and then along two other walls there was a trough. Suddenly, someone
pushed past me and as I turned I noticed that it was a youngish teen
probably no older than sixteen who hurried off in the direction of the
exit.

Approaching the urinal I noticed an older man standing quietly at one
end. I chose the other (very British!) and took out my prick and started
to piss. Looking out of the corner of my eye I could see the other man
looking at me and slowly moving his hand in an all too familiar way. I
also noticed a splash of what looked like fresh cum on the ceramic wall
above the trough a foot or so from where the man was standing. My
arrival had obviously interrupted an intimate session! I finished my
piss but kept my prick on display for my observer, whose own cock was
now hard and throbbing, the red flared glans full exposed and his
foreskin completely retracted. Each of us continued to work our shafts
and then the man moved closer and took hold of my prick and started to
wank me seriously.

"Sorry if I interrupted something", I whispered to my anonymous new
friend.

"Don't worry about that. The lad shot his load and he'll be back for
more soon enough. He's always here. I sometimes think he practically
lives here. But if you're really sorry I could do with some relief',
came the reply.

"Stay here or in the cubicle?" I asked.

"Here's safer at this time of day" was the answer.

So, standing face to face and working our hands speedily up and down
each other's shaft we shot two more loads to join the one already
deposited onto the wall and into the trough. As we prepared to leave my
partner said,

"I'll go now but, if you're interested, this place hots up after dark."

I left the toilet and returned to my new bedsit amazed that I was living
within a few yards of a sex palace and determined to go back there
later in the same day. I was fired up by the first time I would have
anonymous sex in what sounded like an orgy. That night I slowly made my
way to the park a thrill of excitement and adrenaline filling my body as
I got nearer. My nerve almost failed as I got really close and began to
consider whether it would be empty, dangerous, a hoax or just not right
to burst in on others enjoyment as I had earlier in the day. My lust
and the keenness of youth overcame these doubts and for the second time
I entered the park and headed straight for the toilet block.

The place was not exactly buzzing but I soon made out two figures
standing close to the far wall by the urinal: one was short and the
other taller. Neither looked like the man and teenager I'd seen earlier
but I stepped boldly up and stood beside them. As my eyes adjusted to
the dark the short guy in the middle was displaying a disproportionately
large cock whilst the man beyond had his hands firmly down the back of
his neighbour's loose trousers and also displayed a splendid weapon of
his own. I reached out and took the shorter guys cock in my hand and
gently pulled back the skin from off his bulbous head. This brought a
small grunt of approval and the taller man beyond whispered,

"Why don't you suck him, he loves new lips round his meat and while
you're doing that I'll get ready to fuck him."

Before I could get down on my haunches, the trousers and pants were at
the shorter man's knees and I got full access to his massive cock and
balls. I proceeded to give this guy the best oral attention I could
offer. It had been some time since my last chance with Tim and I was
determined to give and receive enjoyment from my activity. I licked all
round the now exposed head and then slowly down the shaft and on to the
heavy balls that swung beneath. Whilst I attended to the front end as it
were the taller man lined up his fingers and swiftly pushed them into
the smaller man's arse. The fingers went in so smoothly it was obvious
that they were entering a hole clearly well used to being invaded. Then,
as I licked my new friend's balls I watched as the cock behind closed
in on its target. The weapon began to enter the waiting hole but just
before it did I let my tongue reach up and lick the head and shaft
before it disappeared from view.

Then, as I returned to giving my full attention to my sucking of the man
in the middel of this sex sandwich activity, I felt a hand reach down
and squeeze my own prick. Then a mouth slowly started to lick the
pre-cum streaming from the head. (I had been entirely unaware that
anyone else was in the toilets apart from the three of us). The shock
and pleasure of my third new friend's action spurred me on to greater
deeds as I sucked the smaller guy's now pulsating cock for all I was
worth and as far as possible in time with the action behind him. The guy
doing the fucking was clearly fast reaching his orgasm and from the
feel of the cock in my mouth so was the smaller guy. With hardly a sound
other an audible gasp of breath the fucking man unloaded inside the man
in my mouth and he too shot down my throat almost as though his
friend's cum had simply passed straight through him and into me.

After a few seconds, these two men dressed themselves and left without
another word, leaving the last guy and me alone. My sucking friend
indicated that I should stand and as I did so I couldn't resist giving
his long thin cock a little nibble as I went by.

"Please suck me off," a youngish voice said.

I could not resist such an invitation and so I continued to work on the
cock in front of me, nuzzling the foreskin back and hearing a slight
gasp as the cock entered my mouth. I used my tongue to full effect and
feeling the cock shaft tighten, the head harden and the balls draw up
awaited a second load in less than five minutes. My unknown friend's
cock throbbed and then a large wad of cum landed on my tongue followed
by two or three smaller amounts. I swallowed the creamy offering eagerly
and after a few seconds stood up. I realised that the person with me
was the young lad I had seen earlier in the day and he smiled warmly at
me as whispered a quiet "thank you" before bending down to finish my
already close to cumming cock with a smooth gentle sucking motion. He
took my prick head into his mouth and held his lips in a tight sucking
motion round the rim whilst bathing the underside of the head with his
tongue. With a grunt I shot my hot jizz onto the tongue and down the
throat of my more than willing partner who swallowed the whole lot
without losing a drop.

As I was spent and he appeared to be so young I suggested that it was
probably time we left the toilet but did so separately. The young lad
went first but by the time I got to the entrance there was no sign of
him and so I returned home thrilled, exhausted and satisfied both by my
own climax and the two different but equally enjoyable loads I had
swallowed. I was certain I would try this place again but it was not to
be.

Later in the week I went off to play football in the park and noticed
that the path to the toilets was blocked off. Attached to a post there
was a large poster informing interested parties that the toilets were
closed for re-decoration although during the rest of my time in my
bedsit they never re-opened. I never saw any of the people I had met
that night again.

As I finished my story, Simon who was closest to me reached across and
wrapped his hand round my prick shaft and gently smothered my exposed
glans with my pre-cum. He had obviously also slicked up his hand with
his own and he began to slowly and sensuously wank me off. I reached
across and took Tim's equally squelchy cock in my hand and similarly
masturbated him with gentle but firm strokes. Tim's hands were all over
Mark's cock and balls as the youngest member of our quartet received his
English teacher's best attentions. Finally Mark completed the circle by
rubbing his lover's hard shaft lasciviously as he sought to bring Simon
to orgasm. Almost together the four of us shot our loads and each of us
lapped up the mingled cum that splattered all over us and expressed our
delight at the slunk cocktail we were consuming.

When we came down from the orgasmic high we had just experienced we were
all happy for a brief respite. This gave me a chance to go off after a
short while to get some beers from the fridge in the kitchen. Whilst
doing this, I thought I heard a noise but could see nothing and put it
down to the creaking of an old house and returned to the group to
distribute the beers. We slowly consumed the beer and then it was Mark's
turn to reveal his first sucking experience.

Mark's story began with the younger teenager reminding us that apart
from sex with Simon, swimming was one of his passions and that he
excelled in it. He got up early most mornings and went to the local
swimming pool where it was possible to practice in relative peace and
quiet. The events he was about to relate happened when he was fourteen.


Mark had arrived at the pool and had changed into his speedos. He had
completed several lengths when he noticed an older man of about
thirty-five who he had never seen before jump into the water and start
swimming. The two swimmers continued to complete lengths and then after
thirty minutes the man had left to get changed whilst Mark continued
with his practice. This happened several days but neither of them spoke
to the other until about a week later when Mark was late and the older
man was over there. As he drew alongside him, the older man said to
Mark,
"I thought you weren't coming today."

Mark had replied that he had been up late the night before doing some
schoolwork and had slept through his alarm. Unlike previously, Mark
found that the older man stayed in the water and did not go back to the
changing area until Mark himself had already left the water. The
changing room area was empty and the man came and stood next to Mark as
he showered off the chlorine from the pool water.

"You're a good swimmer", the older man commented.

Mark replied, "I like to think I am. I practice hard enough!"

"I know you do I've seen the effort you put in," said the man, "my
name's Dan. What's your's?

So in response Mark told the older man his name.

Dan and Mark then walked towards the cubicles provided for changing but
instead of going into one of the small ones, the man turned into one
that was often used for families and Mark felt obliged to follow. Mark
wrapped his towel round his body and began to dry himself whilst Dan
stood up and pulled down his swimming shorts giving Mark a full view of
his front. Mark stared at Dan's prick which was the largest he had ever
seen in his young life and his own cock stirred into life under the
cover of his towel. Dan grinned across at Mark and said softly,

"Are you embarrassed by seeing me naked?"

Mark stammered a reply but continued to stare.

"Is mine the first circumcised prick you've ever seen?" persisted Dan.

When Mark quietly nodded the older man moved closer, locking the door to
the cubicle as he passed, and whispered,

"want to have a good feel. You can if you want to."

Mark was tempted to say no but his own cock and his hands as well as his
sexual curosity not to say lust took over and he reached forward and
grasped the proffered prick which began to grow larger in his hands.
Meanwhile Dan had loosened the towel round Mark's waist and it fell to
the ground revealing the young teen's full excitement. Whilst Mark
continued to fondle Dan's prick and admire its sculptured shape and
exposed head, Dan gently eased the foreskin off Mark's cock head as the
younger teen whimpered with delight. Mark thought to himself that what
was happening to him at that moment was far better than the casual wanks
in the toilets with friends and infinately better than just tossing
himself off. But more was to come. Dan eased Mark's hand from his prick
and knelt down so that his face was level with the young swimmer's cock.
As Mark looked on the older man poked out his tongue and licked the
newly exposed cock head and then, to Mark's utter astonishment, Dan
opened his mouth and took the whole length inside. Dan not only managed
to get the whole length into his mouth and throat but Mark's balls
almost disappeared inside the opening as well. Then Mark watched as the
man slowly withdrew and then pushed back down as if wanking Mark's
excited cock with his mouth. This was too much for the youngster whose
cum was building up in his balls and with a whispered "I'm cumming", Tim
shot a sweet young teenage load of spunk into Dan's throat.

Mark was amazed at what had happened and as his breathing came back to
normal he realised that Dan's prick was still hard. Mark knew that
although he could not reciprocate with such a large prick he had to do
something to bring Dan off. So he reached out and wanked the older man's
cock as best he knew how. Dan whispered to Mark that he was nearly
there and that he hoped the young teen would kneel down so that he could
cum on his face. Obediently, Mark got to his knees keeping up a steady
rhythmical wanking on Dan's now almost uncontrollably throbbing prick
and positioned his face inches from the flared piss slit which expanded
to release great jets of hot cum all over the kneeling boys face and
hair. Cautiously Mark licked up some of the white cream that was
deposited on his face whilst Dan cleaned up the hair with a towel. To
his surprise and delight Mark found the taste not too bad and went on
licking cum from his face until he could no longer reach any more.
Noting this, Dan scooped up some of the remaining jizz and fed it into
Mark's eager mouth. Suddenly the two heard the sound of the outer door
of the changing rooms opening and remembering that they were, after all,
in a public swimming pool knew they would have to clean up quickly and
leave.

For Mark this first introduction to being sucked aalong with his first
close up view of a cut prick had been most revealing. Mark's swimming
had improved by the end of the season and so had his sexual knoweledge.
The young teenager was determined to enjoy all the opportunities to suck
other people and be sucked as often he could manage. To his relief, a
few months later he had had his first fortuitous encounter with Simon
and had never looked back.

Mark's story had really got me going and as he finished I leaned forward
and took his young cock into my mouth as he first in our sucking daisy
chain and Mark sucked Tim's cock into his mouth. Simultaneously, Tim's
swallowing lips consumed Simon's pre-cum oozing exposed head whilst
Simon swallowed my throbbing prick. Rather like a piston engine our
heads bobbed up and down the hot stiff shafts and bathed the heads with
saliva and tongue action until again we all fired our cum down our
partner's throats to appreciative moans and sighs.


Chapter 8: Sunday Night and Monday Morning

After a short while I enquired if anyone wanted any more to eat or drink
and after the groans at my (unintended) pun I was told that it was time
for bed. Simon and Mark retired arm in arm to their room and Tim
retired to our bedroom. I decided to clear up a little and returned the
beer bottles to the kitchen. Again I thought I heard a noise but again
saw nothing. Thinking that maybe it was a mouse, I decided I'd look into
that later into the week and get a local expert in to check it out. I
went upstairs to the bedroom Tim and I were using passing the younger
teens' room on the way and from there I heard satisfying moans as the
two boys were clearly enjoying more sexual activity.

As I entered our room I saw Tim lying naked on the bed, legs apart and
his erect cock waving a greeting to me and I knew I was in for a long
night of sex. Quickly getting my shorts off I joined Tim on the bed and
devoured his cock in one swallow to my teacher friend's obvious and
loudly expressed delight. I slobbered all over his cock and balls,
gently nibbling his foreskin with my teeth as I drew it over his cock
head before pushing it back down again. As we had both cum twice that
evening I knew it could take us both some time before we would be in a
position to release another load. Not to be outdone, Tim moved into a
position to take my prick into his throat and demonstrated his expertise
in sucking and slicking up his partner's sexual organs. Meanwhile I
inserted first one, then another and finally a third finger into Tim's
hole rubbing in the lubrication he had thoughtfully left out on the
bedside table. Withdrawing his mouth from my well-sucked prick, Tim
moved to a position, which he knew I loved and slowly lowered himself
onto the length of my rampant prick, the head of which easily passed
into the well-lubricated arsehole. Slowly Tim's insides engulfed my
whole length and his cheeks were resting on my groin and his slightly
limp cock waved eagerly at me as he slowly rose and lowered himself on
my impaling prick. Tim's speed increased gradually but steadily and soon
he was able to maintain a superb rate which both of us knew would only
have one outcome. My balls churned as I urged him to keep riding me as
hard as he could. My hot love juice progressed up my fuck tube and deep
into Tim's bowels. Simultaneously Tim's own orgasm scattered his creamy
juices all over my chest and abdomen and we both screamed loud enough to
wake the dead. Either Mark and Simon were deeply asleep or had got used
to Tim and my noisy love-making or - even more likely - they were lost
in their own sexual escapades because no-one appeared at our door and
eventually Tim and I fell back into a deep and serene sleep.

As usual I was first up and tempted though I was to indulge in a repeat
of the previous morning's gentle fuck of Tim's arse, I decided to go
downstairs and finish the clearing up. I pulled on a pair of shorts and
left the room as quietly as I could. On entering the kitchen I was
surprised to see the youngest member of the group, Jon, already there.
He was dressed in what looked like a long oversized T-shirt, which
covered him loosely down to just above his knees. He smiled warmly at me
and said that he hoped I did not mind but he was very thirsty and had
come to get a drink. I asked him how things were down at the campsite
and he said that they had all had a good time. After they left us each
night they had played cards and the person losing first had had to be a
'slave' to the others for the rest of the night. Jon had lost the first
night and only Dave had managed to avoid being a slave. 'Slave duties'
had largely consisted of servicing the rampant cocks of the other three
either by hand or by mouth.

According to Jon, the previous night the other three had been tired and
after an enjoyable round of sexual activity had all fallen asleep,
leaving Jon satisfied but still awake. He had felt hungry and had walked
back to the house to get some extra food from the kitchen.

"I hope I didn't disturb you," Jon said to me, adding "I tried to be
quiet as I could hear you talking and didn't want to interrupt you."

"You didn't disturb us", I said reassuringly, secretly pleased that my
'mouse' was of the human form, "how long did you stay?"

"I'm afraid I heard both your and Mark's stories and they made me hot
and I had to wank off - twice!" Jon said rather sheepishly and then
rather quietly added, "can I tell you about my first time?"

I was rather surprised when he said this, as Jon was only thirteen and
attractive though he was he was not my type and far too young. I could
however see why some people might have an interest in him. Jon took my
silence as consent and began to tell me of his first experience. Jon's
parents apparently live in Paris and he was travelling home to see them
the previous Christmas. On the train from London to Dover, an older man
about his father's age had struck up a brief conversation with Jon and
bought him and sandwich. Jon had been met at Dover by an official and
taken through passport control and onto the boat. Having stowed his
small suitcase safely the youngster had been found a place to sit for
the crossing.

Keen to see the famous White Cliffs of Dover, Jon had gone up onto the
deck as the boat sailed and unaware that the sea can be quite rough just
outside the harbour entrance had stood by the rail looking back at the
awesome sight of the towering chalk face. Suddenly a huge wave had
lashed the side of the boat on which the lad was standing and poor Jon's
top half had been soaked to the skin and his jeans had ugly patches
that made the boy look as though he had wet himself. As if by magic the
man he had seen on the train came by and seeing Jon's plight and
laughingly said,

"Come on with me, young man, and let's get you dried off."

The man led the way to a small cabin and ushered Jon in, closing the
solid door behind him.

"Better get those wet clothes off first', he continued once they were
inside the cabin.

At this point the older man reached out and started to lift the sweater
over Jon's head and unbutton the boy's damp shirt. The man handed the
young teen a towel and told him to start drying his hair with it adding
that he thought the shirt might dry quickly enough for it to be ready
before they arrived at Calais. The man began to use a second towel on
the damp back of his young companion. Looking down at Jon's wet jeans
the man added that he thought they too might dry better off the body
than on it and proceeded to reach down and unzip them.

The effect of the rubbing on the back and the unzipping of his jeans had
had a serious effect on Jon's pricklet that was stirring in his
underpants. All his efforts to will the hardening pricklet to soften
seemed to no avail and as the man helped him to step out of his jeans
both were acutely aware of the tented underpants that had now been
exposed.

The older man smiled up at the young teenager and told him that it was
clear that the effect of his drying was having a very good effect in
bringing the boy back to life. With that the man's large hand gently
squeezed the small but solid shaft and eased the underpants out and over
the bulge. Jon was now naked except for his socks and the older man
leaned forward and looked up at him.

The man quietly asked Jon whether he was able to cum and Jon had nodded
explaining that he had had his first wet cum a few months earlier.
Without another word, the older man took the teen's short cut prick into
his mouth and with great skill brought him to a very satisfying climax.
Whilst doing so, the older man had produced his own penis from his
trousers and Jon looked down at the sucking mouth and the wanking hand
that gripped the biggest fattest dick he had ever seen. Whilst still
lapping round the softening young prick in his mouth the older man
groaned loudly and shot a load of cum all over Jon's legs.

Ten minutes later the announcement came that the boat would soon be
arriving in Calais and the older man helped Jon put on the reasonably
dry clothes and escorted him back to his seat. Jon then went on through
France to Paris and his parents and he never saw the older man again.
Jon looked up at me rather sadly and said that he had wanted to see him
at Calais if only to thank him for everything that had happened because
he had enjoyed every minute of it.

I could tell he had too as for the last few minutes of his story Jon had
pulled up his nightshirt and was openly wanking his stiff little prick.
His breathing quickened and I watched as thin boyish cum spat out of
the end of his prick head and onto the kitchen floor. With the speed of
recovery of youth Jon was soon cleaning up the pool of cum and gathering
some cold drinks to take back to his fellow campers.

In a way Jon's story had been both shocking and exciting. I hated the
idea of older men preying on young and innocent kids. Jon's closing
remarks suggested that he had consented to, and enjoyed, what had
happened even if it was illegal and had convinced me even further that
he, if not the others in the tent in the garden, would continue to enjoy
man sex in later life. I also had to admit that I was slightly aroused
by the sight of the young teen wanking himself off in front of me. (Who
would not be aroused by such a sight, regardless of the age difference
between the people involved?)

I went back upstairs to discover that Tim was already up and in the
shower. Pulling off my shorts I went through and quietly joined him
under the streaming water.

"Would sir like his back rubbed?" I cooed in his ear, "or maybe a long
prong up his back tunnel?"

By way of answer Tim reached round, fondled my already half-erect prick
and drew it towards his eager hole murmuring,

"shove it up me Steven and screw me one last time before I leave. Don't
be too gentle, the memory of this is going to have to last until we see
each other again."

With that, I bent Tim forward and without much delay shoved my full
length straight up his waiting tunnel and then proceeded to ravage his
hole with long grinding drives in and out. Tim moaned with pleasure at
the pounding that his arse was receiving and I could feel his breathing
change as his cock spat wad after wad of hot cum hard into the shower
wall. Tim had cum without either of his touching his cock but my prick
had found his sensitive prostate and had brought him to boiling point.
My own cumshots quickly followed as I deposited a warm load of love
juice deep inside Tim. Panting hard we both smiled lovingly at each
other and expressed the view that that fuck really would be something to
remember.

Loud noise from downstairs interrupted us and we were forced to go dress
and find out what was happening. An attempt to cook breakfast was in
full swing and six teens were each vying for a space to cook whatever
food they wanted. Order was slowly re-established and soon the younger
teens were fed and had retreated to their campsite to take down their
tent, pack their things and bring everything back to the house ready for
their return journey. The party that was returning in the minibus that
Tim had borrowed from the school slowly assembled. The four younger
teens thanked me for allowing them to stay in my garden and had
expressed their delight at all the arrangements. I replied by saying
that I hoped they would return some time soon. Then they were gone, keen
to get a prime place in the minibus.

This left Simon, Mark, Tim and I still in the house. Because of the
subterfuge in getting him to my house Simon was staying on and returning
by train later in the day so Mark and he bid each other a fond
farewell, knowing that they would be back together at St Edwards (and
Thompson House) in less than a week. Similarly Tim and I said our
goodbyes, promising each other that we would meet again soon. Simon
walked on ahead to the coach with Mark and, after a last check to see
that nothing vital had been left behind, Tim and I followed. The minibus
started up and drove slowly down the drive, its occupants waiving
frantically at Simon and I as we stood watching it disappear into the
distance. The weekend was over.


Chapter 9: Last Things

Well the weekend was almost over. Simon and I walked slowly back to the
house and I told him that I would telephone my office to say that we
would be in just after lunch for him to have a look round before I
dropped him off at his station to get the train home. As I sat at the
desk in my study, Simon stood beside me, his hand deeply in his pocket
and fingers quite obviously fondling his prick head. Watching this, I
thought to myself that teenagers were insatiable but then so was I as I
felt my own prick stiffen as Simon's prong began to tent out his jeans.
I idly moved my hand to cover the obvious bulge in the teenager's crotch
and as I put the telephone back on the cradle I licked the head of his
prick through the material. Simon pushed his prick head into my mouth
with the hand still in his pocket forcing it forward and uttered an
audible sigh of "Yes!" I slowly lowered his zip with my hands as my
tongue continued to bathe his throbbing erection and then I moved inside
and licked the circumcised head through the teenager's bulging
underpants.

Although we were both enjoying the sensations, my study was not ideal
for the activity that we were engaged in so I suggested that we move
upstairs to my room where we could be more comfortable. Simon and I
moved swiftly upstairs and took up a sixty-nine position on my bed and
slowly started to undress each other. Simon pulled my shorts off and
licked my engorged head through my underpants as I pulled his underwear
off with my teeth. Soon two throbbing circumcised pricks were nodding
expectantly in front of waiting mouths. Simon looked at me and with a
shout of "one, two three...now" we each swallowed the head of the
other's prick and proceeded to worship the soft hardness of the exposed
glans and the rigid shaft beneath.

Amazingly we found a steady and workable rhythm as we each swallowed the
other's arrow headed boner. It was clear that each of us was as excited
as the other and that release would come sooner rather than later.
Simon's already thick head began to harden and grow even bigger and I
knew that his balls were churning and his cream was spiralling up his
shaft in preparation to unload itself into my waiting throat. With a
loud moan and scream of unadulterated pleasure Simon fired his pulsating
rockets of hot teen cum into my throat and as I gently pulled back his
tasty cream coated my tongue before I swallowed it all down. In the
midst of this magnificent display I was unable to indicate to Simon that
I was also reaching the point of no return. Fortunately Simon had
recognised the urgency with which I pushed his mouth back down towards
my throbbing and oozing prick head. Still swallowing my young partner's
precious jizz I could do more than make a strangled scream as I blew my
own cum spurts into Simon's equally receptive mouth. As the orgasmic
sensations passed we each sucked the last drops of the other's nectar
into out mouths before allowing them release.

Smiling happily Simon said thoughtfully,

"I told Mark I thought something like this would happen and he told me
that he was sure it would have done if he'd been here alone with you. I
think its great that he was so accepting of it and not jealous. Do you
think Tim would mind - if he knew?"

I reassured Simon by saying that Tim probably did know what would happen
that we had each had several partners before we had renewed our
relationship and that it was a sign of a mature relationship that casual
flings would be accepted.

"Well, that was the 'starters', are you ready for that more substantial
early lunch I promised you now?" I added.

Simon nodded agreement and with that we cleaned up what little there was
to clean, each had a quick shower, redressed and went down to the
kitchen.

After lunch it was time to drive to London. I told Simon he had the
summer job before he got to my company offices but only if he liked the
place and the people he was working with. Fortunately he liked both and
so later that afternoon I drove him to the station gave him his train
fare and saw him into his carriage. The station was quite busy but I
waited until his waving hand had disappeared from view. Then I went back
to my car and drove home - alone - to my London flat. The old school
ties had really worked!

Epilogue

As expected I never saw the younger teens again although Tim told me of
their progress. Of the quartet, only Jon showed signs of continued gay
interest, the others having passed through their early teens had
developed relationships with girls from nearby schools. Simon and Mark
continued to meet in Thompson House under the protection of Tim until
Simon left St Edwards for Durham University, followed two years later by
Mark. They continued their relationship and kept in touch with me and
still visit whenever they are in Suffolk or need a place to stay in
London. Tim and I continued our relationship with Tim staying in Suffolk
every opportunity he could. Soon after Mark left St Edwards, Tim told
me he had decided to resign from the staff and devote himself full time
to writing. With enthusiasm I agreed that he should come and live
permanently with me in Suffolk. For several years we enjoyed a blissful
life seeing Simon and Mark and even Jon but my happiness was shattered
when Tim was killed in a road accident. (I really did seem fated to lose
those that I loved in accidents). Our now adult friends - Simon, Jon
and Mark - offered me what comfort they could and I appreciated it but
they had their own lives to lead and I had mine.

Looking back I never regretted accepting the invitation to renew the old
school ties all those years ago, but I remain sad that Tim and I could
not, as we had hoped, have grown old disgracefully together.

THE END

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